He knew this question was coming, as it usually did when he hung out with his single friends. Once the guys were several beers deep, the topic of his hot wife usually came up, and they weren't shy asking for details. Because he was usually drunk himself at this point, he had shared several dirty stories in the past. Ever since then, the others were relentless.
"So Joe. Since you're the only one getting any on the regular, why don't you tell us about the last time you fucked that hot little wife of yours?"
He considered the truth, taking a moment to select which details to divulge:
He had made it home from work early, because traffic had been surprisingly light. His wife's car was already in the driveway. He was hopeful that she had started dinner already. When he walked in the door and was not greeted with the smell of food cooking, he had been disappointed. Then he became curious. She was not in the living room either, where she usually napped or watched tv in the evening. He went to the bedroom and slowly cracked the door.
He noticed the steam heat coming from the open bathroom door - then he saw her.
She was still soaking wet from the shower. But she wasn't standing at the closet, or drying her hair like she normally did after a shower. No, today, instead, she lay sprawled across the bed on top of her towel. Her legs were spread wide and he got a perfect shot of her glistening wet pussy. She was touching herself. One hand was rubbing her swollen little clit, and the other was fondling one of her breasts. Beads of water were still dripping down her tits and thighs. He took a moment just to take in the sight of her enjoying herself, still not realizing she was being watched. His big cock was starting to swell and press hard against his zipper.
"Hey,"
The sound of his voice startled her. She jumped to cover herself. He smiled.
"I can't believe I caught you masturbating," he said with a huge grin. "Come here."
She sheepishly got on all fours, and began to crawl across the bed, to where he had sat down on the edge.
"Come here."
He grabbed a fist full of her wet hair with one hand, and put the other between her legs, and threw her over his lap.
"You were a bad girl. You should have waited for me to get home." He gave her fat ass a good hard slap, leaving a perfect red handprint.
"Oo!" She squealed.
